As soon as the lunch break was over, the head teacher, the Chinese teacher and the music teacher came to our class to choose the roles together.

After being introduced by the teachers, my classmates learned that the third program was to perform a drama. For these "little nerds", acting in a drama is definitely a very novel experience, but because it is too novel, and they lack the courage to try new things, when the teacher finished speaking, the class fell into silence for a while, and no one raised their hands to sign up.

In the teachers' expectations, when it comes to this, there should be many children who sign up. As a result, I didn't expect that the gap between reality and imagination was so big that the teachers felt very embarrassed when they stood on the stage and didn't know what to say.

I didn't have much on my mind at the time, and when I saw such a scene, I thought that I didn't write well enough, so I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and I couldn't help but lower my head. Seeing me like this, Fu Chengwen clapped my hands quietly, then stood up and said to the music teacher:

"I still have a show, so I won't participate in this drama performance, but I can help with the soundtrack."

"Although I am in charge of hosting and can't participate in the performance activities of our class, I can solve the problem of costumes."

I was taken aback by Fu Chengwen's words, and pulled his school uniform in a panic, wanting him to sit down quickly, but I didn't think that he I couldn't control it and didn't say it, Cao Yunxiao stood up immediately after he finished speaking, and took his words. After finishing speaking, the two of them stood like benchmarks, waiting for the teacher to speak.

I naturally knew that it was the two of them who were helping me, and I was very happy, but at the same time, I felt very embarrassed. I'd rather the two of them don't speak for me, so that I can feel at ease if the show ends up being brushed off because no one attended. If the two of them say that and there is still no one, then I'm afraid I'm going to be devastated.

Just when I was thinking about it, the head teacher, who had not spoken, seemed to have finally found the problem and started a mobilization speech.

I have always felt very fortunate that our homeroom teacher is very open-minded despite his age. She didn't stare at us like other teachers, desperately studying. She is very supportive of us to read more, exercise more, participate in more activities, enrich our lives more, and even tell the parents of students during the parent-teacher conference, don't put too much pressure on students, and give us free time appropriately. That's why she really hopes that we can all participate in this event and leave a special memory for junior high school.

With the encouragement of the teacher, coupled with the lead of Fu Chengwen and Cao Yunxiao, some students soon stood up and expressed their desire to participate. And there are one and two, and after the first student stood up, the students stood up one after another and chose the role. Soon, all the actors were decided. The three teachers were very happy to see this scene, and immediately confirmed the rehearsal time for the evening, and said that all the students could stay and watch.

The feeling of stepping from hell to heaven was probably what I experienced in ten minutes, and it wasn't until the afternoon self-study class started that I gradually recovered from this huge gap. Cao Yunxiao saw that I finally had the energy to deal with them, so he began to laugh at my poor acceptance ability, and this little thing made me excited like this. I really didn't bother to argue with him, glared at him, secretly waved my fist, signaled him not to fight, and then began to discuss with Cheng Zexin the date of postponing the celebration.

Soon, the school bell rang throughout the campus. Students from each class began to rehearse their own programs, and our class, collectively, moved to the school auditorium.

We didn't expect that the head teacher would be able to borrow the auditorium for us to rehearse. The "audience" who was active in the audience couldn't stop cheering, and the "actors" who stood on the stage holding the script were even more excited that their hands holding the script were shaking. Not to mention, when the head teacher appointed me as the director and asked me to tell everyone about the whole story, my whole mind went blank and I completely forgot what I had written.

It took about two minutes for me to get my mind back, but I'd never faced so many people before, and the sheer tension still made me want to escape. The Chinese teacher also saw my nervousness, so she walked up to me, gently put her arm around my shoulder, and signaled that it was okay for me to say it boldly, and I didn't have to care about other things.

With the encouragement of my teacher, I barely cleared my throat, and then began to stumble and tell the general plot to these little "drama actors".

Because I didn't know that I would be in charge of being the "director" earlier, when I was writing the script, I tried to add notes to the script about the mental activities of the actors and the general expressions and movements that I thought I had in mind, and the story of Snow White and the animation were also familiar to my classmates, so I didn't have much effort to smooth out the whole plot. After the classmates got a general understanding of their roles, they began to get together to familiarize themselves with their roles and lines, while I hid from the audience and sat in a corner, staring blankly at everything that was happening in front of me.

I always think that none of these images in front of me should have anything to do with me, and I can't tell what kind of mood I have, and even what I want to describe is nothing. I couldn't tell whether I was happy or sad, I wanted to cry or laugh, I just felt that I couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Just when I was at a loss, I felt someone sitting next to me. Before I could turn my head to see who it was, I saw a bottle of cold Coke appear in front of me.

"There's no ice cream to celebrate, Pepsi still has."

Fu Chengwen's voice is like the droplets of water condensed from the outside of a bottle of ice cola in summer, although it is a little indifferent, but it will make people feel very comfortable. I took the Coke and unceremoniously unscrewed the cap and took a big sip, and the liquid mixed with the jumping carbon dioxide slid down my tongue all the way into my stomach, which instantly lifted my spirits.

"Ah, it's comfortable, it's still Pepsi delicious, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's used to sustain life."

I lifted my Pepsi and stretched my back, then snuggled back into my chair with a satisfied expression on my face. Fu Chengwen glanced at me, snatched the Coke bottle in my hand, changed the carton of milk, and then said:

"Just take a sip, your body, it's better to drink more milk to replenish it."

"Big brother, you don't have to live so well, I'm still young, I want to drink Coke."

"Then I'll keep it for you? Drink it when you can beat me? ”

"Eh, no, when did you learn so much from Cao Yunxiao? Can you learn something good? Why do you have to learn something? ”

"You'd better mind yourself, little fool."

"Let's get into a fight, are you great with long legs?"

"My fists are amazing."

"I won't let my mom cook braised pork today!"

"Auntie has always listened to me."

"Fu Chengwen, you ......"